Rey would be lying if she said she hadn’t suspected something like this would happen sooner or later - she only hoped it had been under better circumstances. Booker had always made her uncomfortable, though she could never explain what. On the few occasions she’d brought it up to Elena the best she could do to describe it was “a bad feeling”, and that meant absolutely nothing in the police force. Fortunately for her, Elena seemed to agree. Unfortunately, Booker was fairly good at fooling everyone else. When he wanted to, of course.
So as Rey walked up to Booker’s cabin, she had to remind herself that this time it was more than a feeling. The evidence was slim but the probable cause was there - he was the best suspect they had, without question. Suspect enough to bring him in.
Rey was confident when she knocked. Perhaps foolishly so, she realized, out in the woods like this, but she was armed and ready, and she wanted answers.
